I am
the least
and the most.
the best
and the worst.
the beauty
and the ugly.
the quiet
and the loud.
the lost
and the found.
the here
and the away.
the today
and the yesterday.
all at once
inside and out.
My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
I am
the least
and the most.
the best
and the worst.
the beauty
and the ugly.
the quiet
and the loud.
the lost
and the found.
the here
and the away.
the today
and the yesterday.
all at once
inside and out.
Have you
written them yet?
The words
you want to say.
The words that stumble
unhearable.
Overexamining
just drains the meaning
Overworking
what came easy at first
When you weren't
thinking on purpose.
Sit back look away
start over
Think what you feel.
Feel what you think.
Let your pen
talk to your paper.
Loving and Loved...
I told ya'll about my sister, Ann, getting knee replacement
surgery in August.
Well, I had to call 911 for her Monday morning. She passed out.
She woke quickly but was shaking, sweaty, dizzy and breathing hard.
EMTs took her to the ER. When I got there they had already
done a bunch of tests and said she had large blood clots in
both lungs. They assumed the clots were from the knee surgery.
Anyway, they did a procedure that ran a tube(?) into her groin
into an artery, up to the lungs and sucked out the clots.
Not painful but admittedly scary. Had to lay flat for 6 hours
before she could eat or drink. In the meantime they did an
ultrasound on her legs to check for clots there. Guess what?
More clots in her calf muscles but in the veins. Supposedly will
give her more blood thinners and hope that will fix 'em.
Poor woman. She's been working hard to do everything she's
been told to recover from the knee surgery. Now she's wondering
what she did wrong to have this happen.
I told her this was not her fault. She is only partly convinced.
We are both worn down after everything that's happened in the
last twelve months. I have no answers...dammit.
The leaves
at the tops
of the trees
are waving.
The breeze
tickles them.
I wouldn't have
noticed this
if I hadn't been
sitting outside
in the breeze
that tickled the leaves.
Lucky me.
as I was
putting
the words on paper
they didn't feel like
my words.
Something or someone
was dictating in my head
what they
wanted said.
I complied without questioning
at the time.
The voice said,
"stop being sorry
for every breath
you take.
be who you are.
no shame.
no regret.
shine from inside
and believe
you are good.
live right for you."
After much
consideration and
contemplation,
I believe I will.
Brother's funeral visitation is this afternoon.
I have an idea about what to post next.
If I can do it so it makes sense without being overly morbid.
do you
think about me
once in a while?
do you
remember what
we did
once in a while?
Our yesterday
is
a long time ago
but just as sweet
today.
Our youngest brother passed away this morning.
Cardiac arrest. He would've been 62 this November.
Our family keeps getting smaller.